longest. week. ever.

my gladness at the fact that tomorrow is thursday knows no bounds.

for the next week or so, my leisure time* should not be spent doing much else besides working on remus_remix, or musesfool will hang me from my fingernails and rightly so. thanks to a conversation with resonant8 last night, i feel like i'm in a position to Get Somewhere, but of course the words aren't going to just type themselves. so.

if you don't see me around, you know how to reach me, and if you don't know how to reach me, you know someone who does. (and if you don't know someone who does, i'm sorry to say this, but you don't need to reach me, okay.)

i have successfully framed the picture of my extra-adorable wee cousins (shout-out to sociofemme -- these happen to be first cousins once removed, the children of my own first cousin, and they call me Aunt [my first name] [g]), taken this spring. the baby (three months) is smiling and sticking out her tongue, and her sister (a little over three and a half) is leaning in and kissing her cheek.

[dies. of. cute.]

that older baby is going to be four a week from tomorrow. note to self: write to her, because you can't afford to send her a present.


* which should be abundant. yes. given that i was at work for twelve hours on monday, with no lunch, and not quite that long yesterday, but still working too much. rar. RAR.

today's flash of discovery

who needs this high degree of specialization? a paperclip is almost exactly the same as a bobby pin. so now my hair is off my neck.

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the name of one of the most egregious associates here has become, a vendor tells me, a verb in his shop. "the guys were working hard on your project," he says. "they had no idea you were going to turn around and G_____ them."

background: tomorrow is a deadline, and not just a deadline, but a court-ordered deadline. so we've been scrambling to get things done that should have been done months ago, or re-do things that were done wrong months ago, or do things we haven't been in a position to do until last week, so we can make this deadline and not violate this court order. we're doing good. we're beating the clock. things are going to happen. there's a minor glitch this morning, but all that really involves is taking two steps in a row with the left foot and then resuming our stride. we're in the home stretch.

then there's a major glitch this morning. G, the associate, sends four more large documents to be produced "by this friday". he sends them to a partner and another associate so there can be another level of review; he knows that we can't just snap our fingers and produce the damn things, that there's time involved to get them in shape to be produced, to say nothing of getting them in the database and preparing all the stuff we have to send along with them so the bad guys don't whinge about we're being difficult. and he would like this to happen "by this friday".

we think he must not understand that TODAY IS THURSDAY.

my god, and it's already 11:00. my guess was going to be about 9:45.

it's going to be being one of those days, y'all. who knows when i'll get home tonight ...

shoveling you-know-what against the tide

(remind me sometime to tell you why that phrase always makes me laugh.)

on top of everything else, for a couple of days i've felt like my right contact lens was no longer doing its job, and today it's finally giving me enough of a headache that i called and made an eye appointment. (noon, this saturday. ftlog please y'all don't let me forget.) i don't think it's anything wrong with my vision -- i think the lens just packed it in. it's happened before. i rub my eye the wrong way, or something, and the curve changes, and the thing is shot. no worries. it was time for an eye exam anyway, before i go away to school again and while i'm still insured. but do i have time for this right now?

i think you know the answer to that.

and i am sick with hunger. the new speedy metabolism is a good thing, except when it's not. i'm going to take advantage of these few quiet moments and duck out for some lunch.

*sob*

and then there's the kind of glitch that causes you to start over again at the beginning of the race, and have to run it twice as fast.

i'm so tired ...